That was about the time R.J Buckwheat and his Welch pony drovers were moving hogs from Iowa to Northern Colorado.
They had some trouble with a bunch of Artesians out of Washington.
The ponies made it easier to boot the hogs.
Lightning struck hogs was bad.They burn like a campfire marshmallow...smoke like a tire fire.
Of course,you know that brings company.....Lots of company.
The chuck wagon cook was handy....he figured out what to do with a hog fire,and leftover biscuits.He did have a lot of leftover biscuits.Later on,many years later,his family put those biscuits in green cans..sold them to the military.
And,You have to hand it to them Artesians....poor beer beats no beer.
No time a JuiceHarp and a harmonica come out,somebody found a drum,It was amazing what the wrangler could do with a bugle.
Turned out like the jam at the end of Ringo Starr's Caveman movie,except with pork and beer
Which brings us to how the rifle got broke,you remember how Raquel Welch was in that movie,well....(next...never let truth get in the way of a good story...its improv)